“Daddy said he was going to protect you, didn’t he?” he asked carefully.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, chewing my lips anxiously.
“You’re going to have to trust me, little girl,” he added.
“Yes, Daddy,” I repeated softly.
“I’m proud of you for telling me the truth, little girl,” he said softly, and his words settled around me and the nervous part of me suddenly felt so much better. “You may lower your dress now. I’m going to keep your panties in my pocket though. I want that pretty pussy bare so that you remember to listen to Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I blushed. I hesitantly removed my hands from the table and pulled my dress back into place.
“The Fixer is going to come looking for us,” I said softly.
“I know. The two of us are going to work together to handle her,” he replied.
“Us?”
“Yes, little girl.”
I turned to him with confusion, but there was nothing in his expression that indicated that he was lying.
“You mean that?” I asked.
“I do. I made a vow to you once and I mean to keep it,” he replied, and I swore my heart collapsed into pieces at that very moment. “I’m not going to let you walk away from me again, little girl. I’m going to keep you by my side even if it means that your little bottom is bright red every single day to keep you there.”
“Dean… I…” I began.
“When we are alone together, you will refer to me as Daddy,” he warned.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, and he reached for my upper arm and hauled me up. He pulled me into his arms and tilted my chin up so that he could brush his lips against mine.
“We’ll deal with the Fixer together, but first you and I are going to have a discussion. You didn’t tell me everything even with the marks of my belt on your bare little bottom when I last punished you, did you?”
“No, Daddy,” I breathed.
“You need to be punished for that, don’t you, little girl?”
I opened my mouth and for a moment, I contemplated telling him that I didn’t need that, but I knew that would be a lie. For some insane reason, it settled me to know that Daddy was going to punish me. I knew it was going to hurt. I knew it was going to be hard, but I needed hard. I needed Daddy to show me he was in control no matter what happened.
That made me feel safe.
Daddy made me feel secure.
“Yes, Daddy,” I finally whispered.
“It makes Daddy very hard to think about punishing you and reminding you who’s in control,” he murmured.
My pussy clenched down hard, and a single drop of arousal dripped down my inner thigh.
“Come with Daddy now, little girl,” he instructed, and I couldn’t help myself as I kissed him once more.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and I smiled, feeling a slight blush come over my cheeks.
I decided I really liked how hearing that made me feel.
Chapter 8
His fingers curled around my upper arm. His grip was gentle, but firm enough to send a message that I didn’t really have a choice about coming with him. It was comforting at the same time that it was nerve-racking. Instead of exiting out the front door, Dean led me through the winery. There was no one inside with us, so we walked along. Everyone who worked there had long since gone home after closing, which I was grateful for.
Once we approached the back door, he released my arm and placed a guiding hand on my lower back instead. I swallowed a whimper at the feeling of his palm, imagining what it would soon feel like against my bare bottom. It was inevitable, but that didn’t make it any easier knowing that.
Before we walked out, I paused.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, little girl?”
“Are you going to spank me tonight?” I asked. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know.
“Yes. Daddy is going to punish you tonight,” he answered, and my pussy clenched down so hard that a frightened squeak slipped from my lips. Instead of opening the door, he reached for me and pushed me against it roughly. His hand smoothed over my bottom and dipped lower, reaching underneath my dress. He forced his fingers between my legs, and I had to open them so that he didn’t hurt me.
“You’re so wet for me, little girl,” he murmured, and I struggled to draw in air.
I felt his touch between my soaked folds and his cock pressed up against my backside. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could think about was his thick length pushing into me over and over again until I screamed.
“Daddy,” I pleaded.
“You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you, little girl?”
“I… please…”
I didn’t know what else to say. My tongue felt useless in my mouth. With just a few words, he’d devolved me into a wet mess of fiery need that refused to subside even though I desperately wanted it to.
His fingers circled my clit slowly.
“Do you think you deserve Daddy’s cock?”
I shuddered hard in his arms.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, hoping he would take pity on me and fuck me senseless right here. I pressed backwards, trying to grind my pussy harder against his finger so that I could find the release I yearned for.
“I know what you’re doing, little girl. You’re trying to use this beautiful body to tempt Daddy, but he knows you by now. You’re going to be punished tonight. You don’t have a say in that, but if you’re a very good girl, Daddy might just reward you after it’s over. If you’re a bad girl though, he’ll leave you tied to his bed as a very wet, very needy, and a very, very sorry little girl. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. His fingers were relentless, and my core grew tighter and tighter until I was sure I would burst from the fiery heat of my need alone.
“Good. Now come hard on Daddy’s fingers.
